Baby baby, the time is at hand I tell you one thing that you'll understand Been a long time looking for something strong Oh baby it ain't gonna be that
How many roads you?ve traveled How many dreams you?ve chased Across sand and sky and gravel Looking for one safe place Will you make a smoother landing
the sea Saints preserve us And carry us along For we may be together in eternity My father was staring off into another world And my mother she was laying very
Baby I?ve been searching like everybody else Can?t say nothing different about myself Sometimes I?m an angel And sometimes I?m cruel And when it comes
Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy ? won?t you
Everybody talks about some fateful day And I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it?s gonna take a little time
Down by the boathouse at Shaker Lake When there wasn?t nothing but love to make They were two young lovers wishing on the stars above. Well, they carved
Watched it coming up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man it looked just
Clouds move in From off the horizon Feels like nighttime In the middle of the day And I don?t know why But it?s still so suprisin? How a love grows stronger
I?m writing you this letter from some old hotel I can feel the distance between us From the Spanish Steps to the Liberty Bell I know the angels have
Baby let?s go below the surface See what we can find There?s no reason to be nervous ?Cause it happens all the time I don?t want to go up to the mountain
Don?t know much about you Don?t know who you are We?ve been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don?t know why you chose us Were you
Got your call from California But I could hardly hear your voice Through the hissing of the highway And all that other noise You said ?I might lose you
My father was a working man But his work was never done He stood behind a counter And he smiled at everyone He bought himself a business Worked seven
They say my final masterpiece Was this house upon the hill High above the great and mighty river My hand could not hold the brushes Yes I guess I lost
I don?t know where I?m goin? Now that I am gone I hope the wind that?s blowin? Helps me carry on Turn on your radio, baby Listen to my song Turn on
Tonight I cried the tears of a child Who knows what fear runs deep and wild Inside But the river?s in flood tonight I lay down and the light streamed
Well, I had just checked in when the sun came up After ten hours on the bus I was staring at the stains on the ceiling, baby Trying not to think about